The snakes have been sworn in and in attendance is their kin  The jury may be seated, courts in session  The stenographer types out, she’s filled with overwhelming doubt  She’ll never catalogue a guilty man’s confession    Defense will cross-examine as the facts are reexamined   He’ll spin wild tales with cryptic legal jargon  The DA will retort and in a desperate last resort  There’ll be no room left in this case for a plea-bargain    Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake  If the cradle and bow break  Why you gotta stand there so accused  And look the way you do    The verdict is declared, scent of corruption fills the air  The judge ironically demands that there be order  So he files for appeal and cuts himself the sweetest deal  And the canary sings again to save his own neck  The patsies line the halls taking turns to take their fall  The judge thinks if and when the truth had ever mattered    Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake  If the cradle and bow break  Why you gotta stand there so accused  And look the way you do    If winnings everything the truth it will mean nothing  You’ve made your bed, so lye, lie to me  You’ve made your bed, so try try try     Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake  If the cradle and bow break  Why you gotta stand there so accused  And look the way you do